Now at the edge of time and the edge of reasons,
I've thrown my voice, my dreams, my life away.
Once upon a time I think I cared,
And now I know I haven't cared less about this moment.
Peering down below toward the black heap,
It's luring landscape and shady skies speak to me.
My logic shattered in these last strides,
Just one push, one more jibe to set me free.

I wish on it, I wish on it, sitting on this edge,
Relishing in the glorious reign I had as a pubescent,
The depressing downfall I took in the few past years,
It is simply too much to survive, through it all.
With my eyes hardened like armored skin,
The faint whisper of my mother wishing I'd come back,
Everyone wishing to make this all go away.
I can't. I can't.

In these tenacious seconds I weep and holler,
Cursing myself, letting myself break down to rock bottom.
It's so easy, just jump in, and take the plunge: it'll be alright.
In this infinite sorrow I know it will tell me my path of light,
Yet I see the other side, the one with the different shine.
I don't know which to choose, I can't stand it.
Standing on the edge, it all boils down to this,
The final stride of life and death,
The decision to trump all decisions in time.
They're calling me...

Matthew Peyerk

On both sides: my brothers and sisters, my family.
Glancing beneath,
The dark spirits, the past victims
That yearn for me to finally die.
Sitting on this rocky edge,
I turn away,
And go back
To what I had;
To what I can be.

Matthew Peyerk, 16, lives in Allegan with his parents Mike and Sheri Peyerk. He is a sophomore at Allegan High School. He favorite authors include D.J. MacHale, J.K. Rowlings and Stephenie Meyer.